REALLY AWFUL GENERAL-PURPOSE INSULT

 

The prompt for today from NaPoWriMo is to “write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.”  My response is aimed, very generally, at anyone I don’t particularly like:

 You quite unmitigated twit,
You aperture on which we sit,
And other parts quite near the bit
From which emerges all your … lit-
-tle chunks with such an awful smell
(And which you could be called as well,
In fact, if one the truth must tell!)
You should be kept inside a zoo,
Except that all the warthogs do
Not want to be observed with you,
Because you’re far too ugly to:
They’d run away pell-mell! 

You’re such a lump of toxic waste,
That everyone who’s with you faced
Departs in quite some frantic haste
And far from you thereafter’s placed;
No brains are found within your head,
But something there has been long dead –
(Your breath proves this, it may be said!)
Romance for you will not exist,
For even if a partner’s pissed
You are not going to be kissed;
So, as you never will be missed,
Go shoot yourself, instead!

On a lighter, or greener, note, we spent most of the day in judging gardens in a local retirement village, and here are a couple of those viewed:

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